Boyfriend Development Program

London.

Rainy day as usual.

I have long been used to this kind of spooky weather that can be sunny or rainy, and the central city is still very lively.Because it was the weekend, the streets were crowded with young couples, laughing and showing off their enthusiasm, making the somewhat gloomy atmosphere more lively.

Mary and John walked slowly on the road. The two had a tacit understanding, even if they were silent, they felt very relaxed.Of course, occasionally there will be some hearty conversations and women's laughter like silver bells.

A few steps away from the familiar corner, John stopped involuntarily.

—Countless times, the corners I walked with Sherlock.

The little man's expression was in a daze for a moment, and he glanced at the sky subconsciously. At the moment, the light-colored cloud line was overcast with gray tones, and fine raindrops fell from the sky, and sprinkled on his soft, golden-washed hair.Moreover, the wind from the south raged past, shuttled through the entire city, and rushed to the distance in a mighty way, rolling up the cold dust all over the place.

Following the invisible wind, John's sight also drifted towards a farther and more unknown land: that person, his good roommate Sherlock, had disappeared for more than half a year.To be more precise, since the day mycroft visited, there has been no news. —Of course, the possibility that Mycroft deliberately didn't tell him couldn't be ruled out.

...again.

Pulling the corner of his mouth, John smiled self-deprecatingly.

"John?" On the side, Mary tilted her head, with dimples on her cheeks that hadn't faded, and looked at him suspiciously, "What are you thinking?"

John raised his head, turned his face sideways and showed her a comforting smile: "It's nothing... ohmygod..." The little man muttered to himself, staring at a corner in disbelief! ——At the moment when he turned his face to the side, a figure was successfully reflected in his eyes, with a gray-black coat, dark blue scarf, tall and straight figure, thick black curly hair... a moment of name that has been lingering in his heart blurted out: "...sherlock?!"

Almost at the same time as his words fell, that thin figure flashed into the street on the other side of the corner.

The black windbreaker slid across a graceful arc in the air, and suddenly disappeared.

"sherlock?"

Mary's eyes darkened, and they returned to normal in an instant.She followed John's line of sight and looked away, only to see that the place was empty, and there was no trace of the detective in her memory!He couldn't help turning his head and asking his boyfriend, "Where is Sherlock?"

John pursed his lips tightly, his movements were far greater than his consciousness, and he strode towards the corner that had long been deserted——first he walked, and gradually he ran in small steps.The destination is gradually approaching, the sight is gradually widening, but a heart can't help but fall straight down, falling, falling, as if there is no end.

It was empty.

Looking around, only the howling wind raged past.

— hallucinations?Another hallucination?

"John! John?" Mary also arrived panting, "What's wrong?"

John licked his lower lip, and a short smile appeared on his face: "Well, it's okay."

"Then let's go?" Mary's eyes darkened again, but she suggested with a smile.

The little man nodded, glanced at the spot hesitantly, twitched the corner of his mouth again, then turned and left.

Not far away, there seemed to be a strange hissing sound, which quickly dissipated in the wind.

……

Cardiff.

The edge of a huge chasm deep in the jungle.

Covered by towering ancient bushes, light green, dark green, dark green, dark green, black green... Contrary to the seasons, the overwhelming green layers come layer upon layer, even on the ground, densely growing Clumps of grass buds stick out their heads from layers of dead leaves.A thin man with messy curly hair was lying on his stomach behind a bush, his gray-green eyes were staring straight ahead without blinking, his eyes were sharp and his expression was tense. —Obviously, he was avoiding something.

The man has been lurking here for hours.He traced the whereabouts of the members of the Moriarty group, and after going around the UK, he finally returned to Cardiff, the origin of everything. During this period, he also passed by London—even Baker Street, but he still resisted the impulse and did not go home. Afraid of putting his good doctor John in danger.The curly-haired man clearly realized how dangerous the group of people he was following was, because it was just a careless negligence, and he was detected by one of the members, and he was successfully blocked in the jungle!

"Soo Suo Suo", "Soo Suo Suo"...

Suddenly, there was the sound of branches and leaves being pushed aside, and there was a louder and louder curse.

Subconsciously, the man's body froze for a moment, and soon he relaxed as much as possible, adjusted his breathing to be longer, and curled up his body as much as possible, trying to use a blind spot in the bushes to avoid the attack. wave search.

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching, approaching, coming straight in this direction.

The man remained expressionless and hid himself in place.

Closer, closer, only three or five steps away.

The man blinked his eyes slightly, and his eyes wandered around, as if looking for a possible escape route.

Three steps, two steps, one step, the footsteps stopped.

Instead, the man's spirit tensed up, and even the air was filled with a sense of guard.Be alert and be alerted, examine and be judged.

In the next second, a pair of hands suddenly and precisely grabbed at his neck, as if he was about to win.In the blink of an eye, the man with curly hair suddenly rolled a donkey to the right, and then kicked sideways on the tree trunk on the right, using his strength to gallop towards the narrow path on the left!The owner of both hands was stunned for a moment, then furious, cursed, and chased after the man in the direction where the man was running away.

After chasing and fleeing, the distance between the two is getting closer and closer, so close that it seems that they can reach the collar of the man in front with just one hand... The latter couldn't help showing a ferocious smile on his face!He has reached out his hand!

Form, at stake!

Just when the man was about to be caught up, there was a hissing sound not far away, and then a blue police booth appeared in the sky above the curly-haired man's head!Immediately afterwards, a man who looked exactly like the curly-haired man appeared in their sights.

First, there was a flying box, and then a man appeared in the box. The man looked exactly like the person he was trying to catch...Seeing this weird scene, the person who was chasing him was taken aback for a moment, with a look on his face. The constipated expression shows how many mud horses are galloping in his heart at the moment.Just when he was in a daze, the man in the blue box stretched out his hand towards the man he was chasing - the same thin arm and slender fingers, and shouted loudly: "Sherlock, come up!" Then, at his extreme Shocked—but helpless—in his eyes, the man he wanted to catch put on the blue box and quickly disappeared from his sight.

So, he lost the fat sheep that reached his mouth between his teeth... #这是真实一个感觉的故事#.

……

"Oh hello, sherlock!"

Wearing a gray striped suit (Sherlock extremely doubts whether the man in front of him only has such a suit), the doctor walked around the curly-haired man and greeted him with a long-lost joyful tone.But unfortunately, the person he greeted was not as pleasantly surprised as he had imagined. With a cold face, Sherlock looked around at the other Sherlock—oh let's add the word "future" in front—and the doctor, and snorted coldly: "Time travel. Again."

"Yes." The future Sherlock glanced at him, "And, I saved you once."

"Come here to save me?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and a strange gleam gradually appeared on his expressionless face, "By the way? Or are you afraid that if I die, the 'John Watson Rescue Plan' will fail?" Mentioning this, Those gray-green eyes are like vultures choosing food, staring at him a year later, his eyes are full of sullen anger as deep as a pool of water!He has long been dissatisfied with Sherlock·Holmes, who has been pointing fingers, to the point where he is about to lose his mind——this is because the other party is him!As the only high-powered anti-social consulting detective in the world, Sherlock will never allow his life to be manipulated by others, even if that person is his future self!How should the road be taken, what choice should be made, who should be cherished... These are all questions for his sherlock · present continuous tense · holmes!

"Ha! I did visit John Watson before coming here." The future Sherlcok dropped the next shocking bomb with no expression on his face, "He's getting engaged."

……got engaged?

Sherlock's face was obviously absent-minded, and the gray-green eyes looked particularly dim due to the backlight, and they were fleeting, so fast that people almost thought they were dazzled.However, he could hide it from anyone, but he couldn't hide it from himself. The future Sherlock's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he stared fiercely at the detective in front of him.The moment his gaze arrived, it was intercepted, and Sherlock's heart shuddered, and he mobilized his facial muscles to quickly stack up a brilliant smirk: "So what?"

"The object of engagement is Mary. The wedding date is in August." The future Sherlock added.

"Hmm." The curly-haired man answered absently.

"Do you want to grab a marriage?" The doctor suddenly approached, clasped his hands and made an enthusiastic "marriage talk", "I have tardis, which can travel through any time and space, and can definitely accurately..."

"Rule 1000: The doctor will lie." On one side, the future Sherlock said coolly, interrupting the doctor's self-promotion, and successfully brought the spirit of "professional betraying teammates for [-] years" to the end. "Data proves that every time he has something in his heart, When there is a 'plan', the tardis always succeed in disrupting the plan."

"...Get the groom back just before the wedding." After the doctor gritted his teeth and added this sentence, he shouted in an unbearable tone, "Oh sherlock, can you stop tearing down my desk all the time!...Hmph, plus two more A damn sherloes, the odds of getting married are even better!"

Surprisingly, this time the future Sherlock didn't argue with the doctor again.

And Sherlock just set his eyes on the rising and sinking blue liquid suspected to be the total power of the Tardis, his gray-green eyes seemed to be filled with dim light, which was covered by obscurity in an instant.After a pause, he finally spoke, his voice was as cold as the bleak wind in late autumn: "he chose her (he chose her)." (Note 1)

"He loves you." The doctor's words, unable to stop the car, blurted out, and the sharp voice cut through the cold air, "With your deductive ability, I don't believe you can even see this point." don't come out!"

Sherlock raised his head abruptly, those gray-green pupils instantly turned green and green, filled with waves!

He was silent for a long time without saying a word, and then he said blankly: "This is what John decided. I respect his choice."

"You know he loves you!" the doctor yelled, grabbing him by the collar.And the future Sherlock just stood aside, looking at him coldly, with the same gray-green eyes. Sherlock couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips, and looked straight at the man who was exactly like himself, showing a sarcasm smile: "so what? I've always assumed that love is dangerous disadvantage. (So what? I always think that love is a dangerous disadvantage) "(Note 2)

After the words fell, both the doctor and the future Sherlock were taken aback, as if they had thought of something.

"You're right." After a while, the future Sherlock said indifferently.

long silence.

In the dead silence, Sherlock noticed that the hands holding his collar gradually lost strength and slipped.

He lowered his eyebrows lightly, straightened his collar, and his movements were graceful and decadent.

"I took a look when I came here, London is a mess now." The future Sherlock provoked another topic.

"How messy is it? Mycroft can't get it right?" Sherlock paused as he straightened his collar, "Serial killers? Terrorists? Aliens? Psychopaths?"

"It's more chaotic than you can imagine." The doctor frowned, his gray windbreaker drew mechanical circles as he paced back and forth, "The next few months will almost be the golden period of local crimes and alien invasions. Sherlock, London needs you."

"The work here is not over yet." Sherlock's thin lips parted slightly, and then slowly closed again, uttering a name between his lips and teeth, "moriarty."

"moriarty didn't..."

"Sherlock!" The doctor shouted to stop any information that the future Sherlock might spit out, "Don't forget, set the time!"

The curly-haired man muttered: "The time is fixed. Of course." After a pause, he turned to himself a year ago in this time and space, "You have three months at most. The sooner the better."

"London...?" Sherlock understood.

"Only this time." The curly-haired man reluctantly agreed, "Three months later, the situation will become more and more treacherous, and I must rush to another time point."

"Thank you."

Sherlock's eyes finally had some light.

The author has something to say: (Note 1) hechoseher: s303 line adaptation, the original text is becauseyouchoseher.

(Note 2) i'vealwaysassumedthatloveisdangerousdisadvantage: s201 line, said by Juan Fu to Aunt Ai.The second half of the sentence is "thank you for your final prove."

After watching s303, I suddenly didn't even have the heart to whitewash peanuts. Who wants to tell me that peanuts are not scum?Before I watched it, I felt a bit sorry for such a dark Mary (the person who set it as the boss side). After watching it, hehehe, I think I am so foresighted and too merciful!The resentment towards Peanut (as a friend) made me so stuck that I almost couldn’t write it. I have never been so stuck in one night. Thinking of the original outline is too worrying.

From a firm Fuhua party to a firm non-CP party, Sherlock doesn't need love.Peanut slag (whether it’s love or not, but friendship is not like this for best friends) so much that I want to be, and it’s very strong. The outline is being revised again, and there may be double endings. As for which one is the right one? I strongly want to write it, hehe...I said Juan Fu, as a high-powered sociopath, is it really okay to be so g?Look at what you said to Aunt Ai! i've always assumed that love is dangerous disadvahank you for your final prove. When you laughed at others, did you ever think that one day you would become the object of ridicule in your own mouth?